Frankie left us tat the age of 13, thanks for these years, you will be missed.
Frankie moved in to keep Killy company and because we felt like having something a little different from an aby or somali. Different is exactly what he is; despite being neutered early he’s still decided that the garden was far too small for him and found his own way out. He seems to think it’s a game; how fast can I get to the other side for the fence? But he (usually) comes when called so we’ve decided to let him enjoy life to the fullest as long as he doesn’t entice any of the other members of the feline family to join him on his escapades...